Rosalia, you are not alone, you are unfortunate.
Everyone is not fed with a silverspoon when born.
You wanted love, were served hate.
Separated from your brother and sister at tender age
Abused in foster homes after foster homes.
I would have adopted you, you new born poetess
If I had known you. How is your life now?
Have you met your brother and sister?
Are they close to you? My heart cries for you.
Reach out to the world
Not every one is rotten like your parents were.
Many will love you, help you. But be careful.
Congratulation to you to be the poetess of the day
with your first poem at poemhunters today
May your poetry tell people how poverty ruins lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem